NixIsNotMyRealName

There are days.

Days that you won’t.

Won’t be okay,

Won’t be you.

Days that you will.

Will be angry,

Will be afraid,

Will be won’t.

And that’s okay.

Speak up.

When you’re not okay,

Say so.

Make people uncomfortable.

The people who sit down and listen.

They are your friends

Red ink,

Halfway gone.

Turned to pink,

A different shade.

Afraid,

Alone,

When I can’t hear.

Hearing is normal.

Monsters under the bed.

Afraid to set,

Foot on the floor.

Standing out,

When I try to fit in.

Holding on,

To something not there.

Losing my thought,

Even as I write it.

Scared of my lies,

Even as I make them.

Afraid what they think,

Because they’re my friends.

Using my pens,

Just to run out of ink.

Afraid of these truths,

That I’m not sure are true.

Scream till I’m hoarse,

So I can stay quiet.

My Truth,

My Lie,

My Loud,

I’m Okay

I'll show my scars

I'll show my cuts

I'll let them heal

And I'll stand up.

My demons die

My ghosts

They fade

The taunts turn kind My mind's remade.

I'm Okay.

Think you know me

But you don't

I'll stand my ground.

I'm Okay.

You push me down

But I'll stand up

I'll hold my ground,

Because,